Garland Jodie Jeen

Garland Jodie Jeen Poems

</>With scissors, cutting is made crispy

What are apart? Half of the paper is a lonely part.
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</>Your finger points to the highway

cars at high speed i'm afraid..
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</>The last sip of water...

I'm waiting for drinking another bottle of wine
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</>Years is the worst unforgivable hairstylist

He cuts my hair short;
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</>i'm stirring the milk, wondering if it can be whiter
so that another Snow White emerges...
i can smell the fresh grass, mixed with the fragrance
naturally made from strawberries, and don't forget
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</>Mother the baby who sleeps with the poochie

Little pooch is licking the tears from the marble eyes of the baby
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</>If you could find the fountain of wisdom

wisdom would not tell you the telling answer to your question..
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</>Terrible stars fall into the sea

The sea surface with a golden horizon
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</>Carrying an oil lamp, i visited the dark hell.

My papa from the heaven told me to pay a visit
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</>My business

as a freelance wooden runt inside the classroom
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</>Mother GIVES an eternal birth to me

and I give a birth to endless tears..
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</>Downing the queer wine is not the first step.

fella, close your eyes, let him
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</>The next day after the happy ending,

the princess is inside the flowery garden roaming.
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</>this is not only about a ghost

do not only simplify death while you're makin' life complicated;
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</>i'm counting the days that are free.

they're only ways i 've chosen to flee..
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</>The visual dimension limits my vision

but my olfactory nerve is still active
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</>I do not want to

I do not want to live inside the telly
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</>How can a crash and a crush happen here in the carpark

i'm supposed to clench my fists in the dark
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</>You told me the murderer has a black style of beauty

The ugly died. The beauty survived.
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</>While she cut the moon into pieces,

she 's learnt how to share peace
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Garland Jodie Jeen Biography

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The Best Poem Of Garland Jodie Jeen

A Memory Chopper

</>With scissors, cutting is made crispy

What are apart? Half of the paper is a lonely part.

Slit your eyes and the light will be humbler,

not enough to let you read through

enough to drive your heart creepy...

and then memories arrive

at a platform that belongs to you.

Those dumplings, Those bloody old dumplings in the rusty bowl

they wore oil.

I think you remember me, so I remember you.

Dear Grey Hair.

Swallowed the expired apples.

Which should be prohibited.

Grey Hair, dump the bad apples. Dump them!

If you don't hurt them, they wound you.

I love thee, chopper.

One or two pigs' brains and ground eggs

floating upon the soup nutritious.

They are uglily soft, makin' me vomit

A chopper is better. It cuts both hard and soft.

All kinds of memories,

are fantastically chopped!

But the chopper performed a fault

My little finger is lost!

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